A/N -- Hello, must reply to a particular comment!
Wargamer, I'm an avid rugby league fan. Fairly sure mentioning rugby league in many of my stories gives that away! Magic Weekend was excellent, though as a New South Welshman, the result of the first State of Origin was disappointing, but the second State of Origin... I'll keep quiet but I was pleased.
For those who have no idea what the hell this sport actually is (figuring many of the people reading this are Americans), I'll explain a few simple things:
Rugby League is known as 'footy' in New South Wales and Queensland.
'Gonna watch the footy tonight, mate?'
'Fuck yeah. Gonna smash that pack of bogans.'
The New South Wales Rugby League competition started way back in 1908. The first 'Premiers' were South Sydney. Between 1908 -- 2022, they've won 21 Premierships. Only four teams have won more than 10 Premierships in 114 years. The competition was not halted during the two world wars.
'State of Origin'. A three match series that began in 1982, played mid-season, between New South Wales and Queensland. 'State against State, Mate against Mate.' It is not a three-match exhibition. It's brutal, fierce, and state pride is on the line. Biggest games in rugby league, perhaps more so than the end of year Grand Final, while test football is a shadow of what it used to be. Between 1982 -- 2022, Queensland has won 22 series, New South Wales 16, with 2 drawn series. Queensland won 11 of 12 series between 2006 -- 2017.
Field dimensions:
100 metres long x 68 metres wide.
In-goal dimensions between 6-11 metres.
Goalposts are at the 'tryline', 100 metres apart. 5.5 metres wide, at least 16 metres high, crossbar is 3 metres off the ground.
Points:
Try (equivalent to a touchdown): 4 points
Conversion (after a try is scored): 2 points
Penalty goal: 2 points
Field goal -- Outside 40 metres: 2 points. Inside 40 metres: 1 point.
There are no forward passes.
Scrums have been practically eliminated from the game. Disappointing. Bring back the biff!
'The Bunker' checks every try is correct and also judges other on-field incidents.
Concussion is now treated seriously and players are immediately removed from the field and assessed.
Salary cap is between $9-10 million dollars, spread across a team of more than 20 players. You don't play rugby league to get rich.
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Being summoned to the principal's office the very first day back at school wasn't something I expected. I knew I couldn't have done anything wrong within the half day I'd been back, but receiving a summons during my first class in Geography certainly earned me more than one curious glance, Mark going so far as to mouth 'What's this about?' I returned a shrug and followed the rather young and pretty school administrator.
One thing I couldn't complain about Northern Meadows High School. At least three-quarters of staff and teachers were women, and I reckon most of them would be under fifty. And very few were what I'd deem unattractive. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, of course, but I certainly had few complaints.
"Good summer?" Lisa asked. She was the young and very pretty administrator. Blonde, perky, probably mid-twenties at most. I knew she'd attended the same school as where we currently were, attended university, and had returned once she'd finished her studies.
"Can't complain, I guess, ma'am."
She stopped and turned towards me. "Ma'am? My mother is 'ma'am', Danny. The principal is someone you can call 'ma'am'. I'm Lisa. How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"I'm twenty-four. So you can definitely cut the 'ma'am' crap."
"Yes... Lisa..."
"Better. We've been talking about your contract signing in the office all morning. You're the first student from this school to ever make it all the way to first grade footy." She paused before giggling. "Could have chosen a better side."
"Get in young, build a dynasty. There have been periods in the past where teams have won three, four, five titles in a decade or so. I'm convinced enough. The first couple of years will be tough, but if all goes as planned, they're talking about finals footy by my third year as a professional."
"Hell of a turnaround if that happens." We arrived at the principal's office. "Anyway, I'll leave you to it."
"What's this about?" I whispered. Lisa shrugged, wished me good luck, before I watched her walk away. Her trousers were moulded to her very firm little butt. She turned and noticed me looking, smiling brightly at me.
Mum did mention about me sowing some wild oats. I had a feeling my last year at high school was going to provide quite the opportunity.